Be thorough. You have a lot of apologizing to do,sissy. The sooner you do it the sooner your burden will be lifted andthe clearer and easier the path ...head will become.Step NineNow comes the step you've probably been dreading all along. It's time tomake amends directly to those who've been hurt and betrayed by yourpseudo-manhood. In apologizing to those you've hurt--either purposely orinadvertently--through your testosterone addiction and uncontrollablesissy predilections, you will at last put. . again ... yes ... several breaths ... in and out ... that's it ... get a grip on yourself ... focus, Manish ... c'mon ... concentrate ... yes ... now calm down ... empty your mind ... don't try and think ... don't think of me ... close your eyes ... it's you ... just you ... and your cock ... in my slit ... my slit's nice and hot and tight, isn't it? Yes ... it feels good on your cock, doesn't it?See? See how it squeezes your prick? It's just you and your prick and my cunt now ... and all you. The car wash was reminiscent of a car wash in actual fact as I sat in the back going through the wash and knowing there were a bunch of guys waiting to wipe the car down. I sat with my skirt around my waist, behind my daddy who was in the front seat, unawares the boys were rubbing my part of the car as I masturbated with an audience staring in and down at me.I have grown up with my perversions into a sexually aggressive woman, whenever I feel the urge to fuck, I go looking for a man to. As I walked into the kitchen, I was greeted by the smell of my mother's famous lasagna cooking in the oven. There was no note, but at least I knew I wasn’t expected to do any cooking today.I poured myself a large glass of Gatorade and then chased it down with a glass of water. A quick glance at the kitchen timer told me there were still thirty minutes before the lasagna was done, so there was ample time for me to grab a shower. I ran upstairs, pulling off my shirt as I went. The light was on in.